Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt.
It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.
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L̶O̶S̶ A̶N̶G̶E̶L̶E̶S̶, C̶A̶L̶I̶F̶O̶R̶N̶I̶A̶
O̸M̸N̸I̸S̸C̸I̸E̸N̸T̸
"You give niggas a short break and motherfuckers forget who you are." He chuckled to himself, his hand grasping the cold metal that filled his hand tightly. Not many thoughts ran through his head as he rushed through her bedroom, ignoring everything that knocked over in the process.
His body emerged through the pitch blackness, ignoring everything he hit up against and tangled into. He didn't stop until reaching the window that cracked open ever so slightly, allowing in a minimal breeze that through the heavy blackout curtains that barely swayed.
The silencer on the end of the pistol was the first to push through the window, widening the space for his body to fit behind the curtain. His eyes scanned all along the street until landing on her body that remained walking, visibly at a small tremble that wasn't from the coldness outside. His eyes then merged behind her, watching the masked individual gradually speed up, closing the distance between them.
"Amerie, do what I told you to do. I can't time this shot correctly cause that nigga speeding up, and if I miss the first time you gon end up getting hurt." His voice rang calm despite the rare franticness and urgency he felt inside.
He didn't hate anything more than a feeling of helplessness, and not being able to act in ways he wanted to. He couldn't just run out, it would've gave whoever was behind her enough time to see him and pull a gun. He couldn't shoot from the window because there was too high of a chance, with the way the person kept speeding up, the bullet wouldn't hit in ways he needed.
Her trembling hand anxiously fiddled through her purse, pushing past everything to latch onto the coldness of the pink handle he tucked in there discreetly. "I don't know how-."
"What did I tell you, close your eyes and go. Take it off safety like I taught you and go Amerie." He grit, throwing the phone back down to try and position himself better for any possibility of a successful shot, but he couldn't find the leeway. "Fuck!" He cursed, his left eye squeezed shut showing his aim still to be off.
But before his eyelid could come down in a blink, the sound of gunshots rang through the quiet street, 3 exactly followed by the sound of a car alarm. Leaning forward, he watched the unknown body drop, before his eyes bounced to Amerie who moved as fast as she could back towards the house.
"What the fuck I'm talking bout." He muttered, dropping his own gun to his feet to rush back through the dark bedroom. The sound of Kaylen's crying from his sensitivity to the loud noise filled the house, but he ignored his nephew. His body brushing past the couch Kimora sat on to comfort her son.
